Cognitive Dissonance

i am living
i am dying

i am in the twenty first century, gregorian calendar
time is a continuum

i am in jazan
space is relative

i am keralite, malayali, south indian, proud to be indian
now i know only english
and don’t seem to think of state,zone or nation as being anything so very significant or great any more as to live and/or die for it

i belong to a religion, an ity
but all religions are false
and i belong to all and/or none

and political parties and ideologies
fascinate me
they bore the s*** out of me

i hate women
yet can’t live without them

family, marriage; not for me
like any typical indian mcp
happily married with kids am i

i claim i don’t want fame, money, wealth, assets, power, influence
love, attention
but no sooner does someone get it and not i, and i
get so terribly worked up

i am human
only too human
now i’m post human
inhuman
subhuman
super and supra
inter and intra
anti human
non human

cognitive dissonance, how i love thee!

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

5 thoughts on “Cognitive Dissonance

  1. Reena Prasad

    I want to destroy my self and live for eternity… A poem that explains and contradicts itself, leaving the reader in a no man’s land, forced to think it out. A great poem.

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